EdithSpeaks
Five Thousand Club
Tome let himself enjoy the music, let himself get lost in it, in her music and his and theirs. It merged together, not perfectly but with its own sort of beauty, and he remembered Fawn saying it before, that 'beauty sometimes comes from the ugliest of things.' This was not that, but it was close, and when they both touched a note close together at the end of the song, he didn't startle, only looked at Mia, and at her hand, and at his own. He moved slowly, but folded his hand gently over hers, twined their fingers together and just held gently with his head turned half away. She was all he had left, now. And he suspected he was all she had, as well.